I remember.
The first of the blossoms.
She and I were on the metal bench.
A wave of gusts flew—
Rosy petals soar past her brow.
Her lips curled in a smile.
The gold ray stream glistened—
On the silk-smooth skin;
She raised her hand, veiling herself;
Her eyelashes blinked.
My heart thudded.
A red flare rose from my cheeks—
Warmth steamed off my brow and chin.
Her pupils trailed.
In the blue, I saw a swallow.
Her pupils shone brightly.
She heaved her hand—
to the open sky
"I had wings; I could fly."
She spoke.
"Hey"—thrown out of thoughts.
My eyes saw ethereal eyes;
Looking back, "What's the kick?"
She said, her pupils fraying at the edge.
"You said we will go for ice cream."
Her tresses trickling—dress her round eyes.
My heart thud-thud;
My lips curl, and I lift her up.
"Aaah," she screamed.
Thud, she landed on the shoulders.
"Put me down!" Her voice rang.
My voice trampled her shout.
"You wished you had wings;
I am granting it."